[Verse 1] On the mountaintop, the flowers sing in D minor and
With glassy eyes, they will expose their own weaknesses
In the candlelight, they seem to fade into the background yeah
And the hanged man laughs, insipid letters drip from the tongue

[Verse 2] In the naked light, the sunbeams fleeing from the mouth of god
What a twisted sound, electric coughs and sempiternal howls
Upon the hollow ground, the evening shadows forming cursed shapes
I don't seem to mind, the dagger floats in its abstraction yeah

[Verse 3] Beneath the salt and fire, the prophet rises from the canyon's maw
And the ashes fall, the lizards writhing in my stomach tonight
Still boredom calls, the plastic children in single file
My reflection walks, the mangled corpse that speaks in riddles